Someone pushed the fire alarm button last night (well, at around 3:30 a.m.). A group of students were talking loudly in front of the building, waiting for the firemen. Some had arrived from partying, others had woken up by the annoying alarm. Finally the cracks of my blinds were lit up by the bright lights from the firetruck.
Z later said that she wasn't so much bothered by the noise, as she was by the uncertainty of there being an actual fire or a fourth false alarm.
The firemen disabled the alarm, but five minutes later it started up again. It went off and on a couple more times. Suddenly, I heard my door open, and a fireman walked into my room. He said, "Morning" and looked at the smoke detector. Then he checked out my bathroom -- no problem -- and left.
I have three exams and a paper left before I go to Germany. My brother's birthday is coming up next week, and I wish I could give him a huge hug. He's the best little brother in the world, and I don't give him enough credit for that.
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